Artist: The Diplomats (40 Cal)
Song: Open Your Eyes
Album: Dipset More Than Music Vol. 1
Typed By: _DymondPryncess31@aol.com

[Intro-40 Cal] (Some voice)
(Open your eyes there are only murderers in this room)
(This is the life we chose, the life we lead)
It's more than music man...
It's mah Story...Listen...

[Verse 1-40 Cal]
They call me 40 Cal, see niggas try to conceal me
In the court of law, if ya touch me ya guilty
Now ya fingerprints filthy, Ya guilty as charged
This is grown man shit, for the realest of squads
See my hood is a jungle, The block is a zoo
I'm down the block from 40 wolves and the tigers and...
Cops bring guerilla warfare, with snipers on roof
Rifles to shoot, knifes in they boot
Oh yeah, it's real homie
And I show you how dirty ya boy work
I'll make his blood splatter
Now you got a dirty boy shirt, jerk
Get more dirty with 'em, if I heard he snitchin'
I give his face a double chop, like the dirty kitchen
Now that's keepin' it hood, yeah I be in the hood
Where other street stars be missed understood
See I'm from home of the skeem team
Ali Moe, Kareem Reed
Jam Guard, Scam Sharge
Driven out of street dreams
Same block as Killa Cam, Gruff and L
Now it's 40, from 40th aint much to tell
You know the story, niggas sellin' dope
Try'na cop better coke, before Jackie Brown approach
You with the yellow envelope
I tell 'em whoa, slow down baby
See my hood hot, find me up in ya town lately
Could remember as a youngin', used to hold down skatekey
But now I gotta hold down a 4 pound safety
Cuz in my hood, shit go down crazy
Like I aint the one that had the whole town hazy
Remember Dro Ma (Dro Man)
Started from 4 grams, remember tellin' my mans
Get with the program
He said 5 years we all will blow up
I told him, more like 5 days, nigga grow up
Get ya dough up, blow up and get focused
He said you know what
Ey yo, it's time to make the doughnuts
It was my first song, it was a verse long
I couldn't stop, it was like I had a thirst (shit)

It's crazy ma nigga
(Open yours eyes)
Yo

[Verse 2-40 Cal]
But let me get it back, it's part 2 with 40
Now I'ma Diplomat, I got immunity for my story
They wanna know how I slice dimes
Night time, tight grind
It's too many feins, I aint got time to write rhymes
So I don't, and that's word to my moms
I quote, shyt I aint write a rhyme since 9-9
See all these lines it's some thoughts I made
I only pull my pin out, when I toss a grenade
Mah, warriors play the 40th way
When I spray, you stay, I'll make the coroner say
(Open eyes, there are only murderers in this room)
It's no video, I shoot ya like Benny Boom
I'm quite sure the cemetary got plenty room
Skeem team, the Jimmy Goon's
Is coming for ya really soon
But niggas snitchin' on ya, that's word to Richard porter
Think they gutta, the mutafuckas will switch up on ya

[Outro-40 Cal] (Some Voice)
(open your eyes)
Don't be surprised
You should've listened to the song nigga
Open your eyes
(This is the life we chose, the life we lead)
Open your eyes
(And there's only one guarentee)
Surprise nigga, open your eyes, 40